Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come this

(scratched)
I've got a few I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll this
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I above the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with like these
Run over enemies and I rest in the
hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet
I'm a dog, running through the
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the
I'ma tack 'em in the sound punks when the rap bump
on the rhyme I bowl man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit,
shit, riff with dipshits
This shit is the mischievous of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' flows
with a new flow medley outgrow when you step
To the with a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
Take it back to the land
and I was smotherin' idiots like Tarzan
Givin' back to the brother man and get land,
man gimme it, its
How easy and tight into the depths
up in the in the heart of the jungle
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be smarter than
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me round the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it that
From the end to the other end never end,
set a trend the maniac mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors never know the right
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail the slack g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins grow idiosynchrosy
Peels up, up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No telling what is
I it, but will I sense a jerkin
I proceed to bust a
'cause I trust the finer design in the mind of the
Just impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of mc's
I am I choose to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and
All I know is we've earned every entry
And strained the game, and what I'm to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the we find sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way been livin
And in the essence, survive and its easy
To recognize analyzing ?the bo?
Surprises the lame in this and tryin'
To get you to buy their fantasy world
Can it be damaged the bones
of the fellas and men thats my culture
Can't understand breast that you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one hung
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is
The canopy covers me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we already the wackness
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and
Silence 'em the lambs, they all the whole flock
We one magic stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or no swine, or over no mines
Or no line at the plot
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the being loaded up
The men, loading up
It's a long -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the very
Of a myserious place -- a very mysterious
What's that I Ahhhh

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I ain't gon' try...hmmmm
hell of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew
You Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making Lyrics Born came out his mother's stomach
covered with the lyrics kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can colors rhyme
And the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still take the time big up little ?egg?, can you
Big up Asia Born, little bottle
Or that you would even be lightly with little, little words
That you would tug at the line, the kind
Of lyrics out my that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't back a sliver roach, you know
That shit, and then watch me wreck this stage
Boy I got your daddy's style hangin' around my waist
And then me forget -- the way
Good taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you used to play my record on the way to the